Kitty 🐺

comfy

i looked at sam with a look of confusion.

"you... what?" i asked, thinking i had heard him wrong.

"i bet you're like, a lot comfier than my pillows, kitty." he repeats, word for word.

i cock my head and stare for a second before getting off of the couch, going to our shared bedroom.

"kitty?" sam calls out, sounding severely concerned, "i'm sorry!"

i smile and sit back against the headboard on my side of the bed, waiting. he really thought that i was upset? or weirded out? hah, no. thought what he said was kinda cute, actually.

a little while later, not much longer after i had came in the room, sam walked in a little nervous. at this point, the tv was on and playing cloverfield, and i was on my phone.

i, without looking up from my phone, patted a spot on the bed next to me. sam sat down but didn't say anything. did he really think he upset me?

"hey-" he starts, but i cut him off quickly, "if you want to use me as a pillow, go ahead."

he glances at me from the corner of his eye before looking back to the tv.

"i really don't mind."

and with that, he readjust himself so he was laying down, his head in my lap.

i still scrolled through instagram, holding my phone above sam's head as he watched tv.

"i was right, you are a lot comfier than my pillows." he laughs quietly.